Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Auld Lang Syne (sp.?) ( Think When Harry Met Sally, tears and slobbery kiss)
Do I believe in New Year's resolutions? I am not sure. I think if they work for you that is great. I cannot seem to make them work for me. First of all, if I have a bad habit and I want to kick it I am going to do it after much deliberation and thought and it will happen when it happens and probably not after all of the crazy hullabaloo of the holidays when I hardly have the peace of mind to think. Maybe they don't work for me because they remind me too much of lent and giving up things like chocolate, which I will never not ever give up. Why would someone give it up unless they are morbidly obese and seriously diabetic and eat nothing else. I guess this year I am going to try to learn to relax again. Maybe I will try to let go of that damned mother guilt. But these are not revelations or resolutions on my part, these are constant struggles. I guess many people think of the New Year as a clean slate. We all have some things to look forward to: a new president, the end of this damned war, spring (my seed catalogs are trickling in, yeehaw), a new job and a bit more green stuff, a small wave of eco-conciousness ( however trendy it may be), sewing projects, the weaning of my youngest son (should I make him a breast cake??, probably not), first teeth falling out, a 6yr. old (yikes), a new Ferrari (baby not car), other new clan babies, yummy meals from my new cookbook (thanks aunt Kath, I"ve already tried two and they are great). There are many more I could list, happy and bittersweet and downright sad things that will happen. One more thing I look forward to is making our tiny apt.more of a home. I take inspiration from the above images. The images are from my address book. Yes, I am a dork I have an address book full of Country Living like scenes. But then I love Country Living Magazine.